bitterwaitress

“You’re not as good as you think you are. You’re not as strong. I don’t mean that it a mean way - you’ll get it down pretty quickly.”

And he was totally right. I flubbed the specials. Forgot side dishes on checks when I only had three tables all night. I let the bussers slack because of my inherent nature to do whatever is in front of me. (Yes, it some places “it” really is NOT your job, whatever “it” might be.)

Thing is, do I want to catch up? Let’s face it - two-plus decades in the business and I’m faltering at the thing at which I used to be the best. Am known to be the best. Pretty ironic, pretty sad, whatever. Probably - almost certainly - time to bow or curtsey out. But I have no viable exit strategy and though I avoid the “economic downturn” hysteria, it’s best to stay close to what I know (not as well as I thought I did, apparently).

Still other people notice. Hiding behind charm is hard when the charm supply runs low. I mean, I got a 14% tip last night. 14%. Me. 

I’m thinking it’s a sign. Whatever “it” is.